Friday, October 23, 2009

song of rapture

say something nicebury me(in your bosom not six under)say something nice todayi did not run a pol into poti did not frownat a cartoonist out of his depthor his evil twin across oceansi did not curse dick, bill or mamathe one in DC

not the one hurled in desi epithets

pull me closer in your embracei did not frown at frocksworn by those ordainedor yelled His Greatnessafter sermons by pseudo mullahs

did not grin at the loverswho had dropped the condomin the dark, oh yes i did notjoin them in their searchi pretended to overlookthe cheating by the childwho was joyous in victory andi ignored her mother's overturesto the neighbour's husband

today i did no wrongsay something nicebury me...tomorrow is another day andi promise to be myself